The wardrobe where I was keeping my miniatures get wet and the shelves fell down... crushing all my miniatures, and wetting boardgames and rulesets...

Crime scene

In the photo, you can see three shelves converted into one big pile of lead, among them... painted miniatures with their spears broken

Some survivors...

So I decided to reboot the system, outline several small projects, which I could finish in no more than three months, and with miniatures that could be used in more than one project, to reduce costs, and quantity of miniatures.

I started playing a dungeon crawl version of Sin Misericordia, the Sin Piedad Hack. This wargame is in his second edition and still has not been released, however, I used the first version, and I had a funny afternoon, killing goblins. (How could be an afternoon boring if you are killing goblins in a dungeon?)

The author of the acclaimed Frostgrave returns to the fray with a new regulation, this time intended to be played alone or collaboratively, although he still maintains the Frostgrave game system, so I see no problem to be played competitively withthe friends.

Slorm quickly dilapidated the small fortune he brought with him in colossal revelry.After
a few weeks of drunkenness, feasts, prostitutes and games of chance, he
was reduced once again to absolute poverty, so he decided to try his
luck in one of the lairs he discovered on his return trip.

That den belonged to a necromancer, who had been expelled from the nearby town for his bad arts.Listening
to the rumors, Slorm learned that the witch would probably be dead,
since the town had not known anything about him for a long time.

Slorm advanced through that cave full of creature remains, with nothing interesting to pick up ...

In the third room, a group of zombies approached Slorm slowly.The
fight started and the zombies were falling little by little ... but
when it seemed that the horde had fallen, a light emerged from the end
of the cave, cutting out the shadow of the necromancer, who raised the
zombies again, who attacked again, with more violence.

Slorm
feeling weakened by the monotonous chants of the necromancer, he
noticed how the claws of the zombies began to dig into his arms, tearing
his skin .. in that moment he realized that there was not much else to
do there, so he decided to run away fromthat hell of death, and come back when I was ready to face that black magic.

A
few minutes later, his heart almost in his mouth, he dropped into the
tavern, as he ordered a jug of wine and cursed his arrogance ...